You are about to leave the house and head off to the park when you suddenly feel light headed. Feeling like your going to pass out you head over to the couch to lie down, but you don't make it and you fall to the floor unconscious.
You go into a deep sleep and begin to dream. Your dreams consist of you not the old you, but the new you goofing off in class back in high school, skipping school to go the the beach, and making out with everyone who checked you out. The dream continued to intensify as you moved from making out to having sex on anything imaginable, and with anyone who turned you on even the slightest bit. The pleasure seemed almost real as it continued to increase almost as if you were reliving a old memory. The pleasure soon become too much, and as you climaxed in your dream you woke up.
"Whoa that was one wicked dream" you say loudly smiling at the intensity of it all. "Oh shit" you say seeing the tent in your wet-suit, and judging by the dark spot around the tip of the bulge you just experienced your first wet dream in who knows how many years.
Looking around you suddenly realize your not in the same room you were in a moment ago when you had passed out. Around the room are assorted posters of people surfing beautiful waves, different size boards, clothing scattered all over the place, and in the corner a computer.
You find getting up with your new fit body is much easier then it was with your old body. This might actually be more of a blessing then a nightmare... you think to yourself. Standing you walk over to the computer and see what looks like family pictures. Your new body is in almost all of them. Picking up one of the pictures you see the back has writing on it "Mom, Dad, Jake, and me at Hawaii" hearing a noise outside your room you put the picture down.
"Hay bro wake up you need to get to school on time today, and no more skipping remember mom said if you don't pass all your courses shes going to make you live at home again!" Judging by what he said you guess hes your brother, and that you are currently living with him while you attend high school, and that you apparently arn't doing too well in it.
"You awake yet?" he says knocking on the door. "shit" you say under your breath so he can't hear you. You cant get the wet-suit off still, and even if you don't actually know your brother you may have to live with him for quite a while so you don't want him seeing you in your wet-suit with a wet mark right on your crotch. Luckily for you your surrounded by clothes, pulling on a pair of cargo pants, a undershirt, and a button down shirt you open the door.
"Give me a second I'm almost ready... what time is it anyway?" you ask trying to look as tired as possible. At first glance you were kind of surprised to see your brother (given you've never actually seen him before) he was the other kid in the photo, Jake.
"Its almost 7:30 you better get your ass moving if you want to get to the school by walking". hearing the time you remember the card that came with the box, it hadn't said am or pm...
"Um, sure"
"Remember no skipping! Mom will kill me if you do that again, and then I'll actually have to drive you to school"
"Fine I won't skip" you lie
Leaving the house you head down the street to where the high school was. after you get out of sight of your brother you double back. Once you sneak back to the house you sneak in though your bedroom window as if you had done it a thousand times. Searching your room for the sheet you find a wallet and a cell phone. Searching the room to no avail your phone suddenly starts to vibrate... you had a text message sent from a blacked number. 'Better hurry its almost 8' is all it said.
As if on queue your suit becomes slightly damp and you can smell the sea water radiating from it. You feel instantly more relaxed, you suddenly remember the park is by the beach... without even thinking you walk over to one of the surfboards in the room and pick it up and take it with you out the window.
The potent smell of the sea coming from your suit draws you in the direction of the park, it would take all your will to fight it, but why? You want to see whose waiting there anyway, might as well save the fighting for later you think to yourself.
With a surfboard at your side you walk briskly down the sidewalk on the way to the park trying your best to ignore the bulge visible though both the thick wet-suit and the cargo pants.